>bent by toy factory theatre ensemble

>reviewed by kenneth kwok

>date: 8 aug 2003
>time: 8pm
>venue: toy factory at the attic
>rating: ***

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>>>>>merely bent not broken

Martin Sherman's BENT is a script of aching beauty, as much the history of Nazi persecution of homosexuals during World War II as it is of one man realising the importance of speaking the name of love especially when it has been silenced - and how that finally frees him even as it destroys him. There are moments in the script which literally demand you turn away: Max is forced to torture his lover, Rudy, to escape his own persecution and later, he has to watch as Horst, his only friend in the concentration camp is commanded to walk into an electric fence. These violate every sense of how we love. These violate every sense of what love means to us. And that is why when, at the end of the play, after all that Max has done to deny his love for Rudy and Horst to stay alive, he puts on Horst's uniform with the damning pink triangle and takes his own life, it is so much more than a political statement of truth - it reminds us of why we love. And why we must never stop.

It is at this moment that the human spirit - Max's and ours - so utterly broken, is restored. The pay-off is incredible.

The problem with Toy Factory's version of BENT is that while it is wholly adequate in bringing the script to life on stage and it is indeed often disturbing, it is never truly devastating. And yet a script like this demands that: it should make you want to walk out of the theatre. There is really little point in doing the play otherwise. It is like staging a rip-roaring French farce and deciding to make it only mildly amusing.

And frankly, this has been a sore point with Toy Factory's recent run of plays under director Beatrice Chia. They are always decently-produced and directed and it is great for local audiences to be given the rare opportunity to watch such works but the company seems to believe that the mere fact of putting these plays on justifies them. It is tantamount to giving a hungry child a piece of badly-burnt bread. Thanks but no thanks.

>>'The company seems to believe that the mere fact of putting these plays on justifies them'

Chia seems happy to place the actors on stage, come up with a few neat visual concepts and then let the story simply unfold without actors or director ever really getting to the heart of the play. But 'Beautiful Thing' is more than just a fairytale romance. Its working class landscape is as much a character as Jamie and Ste. It is the same for the urban London milieu in 'Shopping And Fucking'. There is a whole subtext of culture and context that Chia dismisses when she transplants these scripts to the local stage.

Here we have Mark Richmond and Lim Yu Beng doing creditable jobs as Max and Horst but again I find myself strangely unmoved as Richmond holds a dead Horst in his arms, tears streaming down the face. Neither actor has truly connected with the script, each other or the history behind the work. They certainly don't have the chemistry of lovers; barely the chemistry of friends. They don't even share the kinship of football players who have just scored a goal. It bothers me no end that the crucial scene when the two men soothe each other through words alone left me unmoved. When Horst loses his life to the electric fence and then Max does the same, I was paying as much attention to the play as I was to the bit of cat hair I had found on my t-shirt.

The play also distracts with Chia choosing to tease out more slapstick comedy from the script than it intends, leading Lim to dip inconsistently and bizarrely into camp, and what drama surfaces is often suffocated under layer upon layer of melodramatic lighting and music. And while the motif of strings and webs is visually interesting, it is also heavy-handed.

There is an inspired turn by Gani Abdul Karim as nightclub owner Greta in an extended Berlin club scene that captures the mood and time brilliantly and Chua En Lai as dancer Rudy, while stumbling with the stream of consciousness effect that he is supposed to produce when he speaks, every so often suddenly breaks your heart with a single look, the way he turns his head, his voice as he sings. And the script remains such a thing of beauty that this production remains unmissable. But if you can, rent out the film.

Or just read the script. And appreciate the work not only as a piece of theatre but one that speaks truly to all of us who in a different world would have had to wear triangles or stars.

A final mention has to be made about the venue, Toy Factory's new space at Tanjong Pagar. What can I say, call me churlish, call me petty, it's truly horrible. Its long rectangular shape might be suitable for fashion shows and actually proves ideal for the second half of BENT when Max and Horst are trapped in the concentration camp and have to walk up and down carrying rocks, but for the first half, limited views and odd blocking frustrate. Also, having get up to the fourth floor via a lift that is practically hanging from a rubber band and cannot hold the eleven people it claims to be able to, is impractical and probably led to the play starting fifteen minutes later than it should have. And did I mention that the ground floor waiting area for the lift is not air-conditioned and the size of a small handbag? And that I had to wait three rounds to get into the lift? Toy Factory, ask whoever gave you the space for a refund!

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Readers' Comments


From: The Editor (matthewlyon@myway.com / Monday, August 11, 2003 at 06:10:02)

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From: alan (juzmelor@yahoo.com.sg / Monday, August 11, 2003 at 22:46:19)

Allow me to say this.... after reading this review, I can't stop but thinking this reviewer is so affected by the inconveniences caused pior to the show. Thus, resulting a too subjective and negative review. Is this a review? I hope I am not imposing anything... just just a concern on how reviewer "view" a play.

From: Michelle (adenmick@singnet.com.sg / Tuesday, August 12, 2003 at 14:30:46)

Well but pardon me, I beg to differ. The reviewing job is good, in its scrutinising issues but definitely hides a certain anal-retentive tint. The reviewer is absolutely right about the venue being impractical, but not unbearable. A good piece of theatre, does not arise from comfortable viewing. That absence of luxury, will not destroy a good piece of art, in a real theatre-goer's mind. First of all, I don't agree that Max and Horst (played by Mark and Yu beng) lacks chemistry. When I watched the play, esp. at the end, the kind of frustration one feels at heart is wrenching. And that to me, arises from the exact chemistry the two main leads gave me. I read the script prior to watching, and I thought Beatrice Chia has thoughtfully provided surprises in her theatrical consideration. Yes, there is more slapstick comedy but exists well to reduce the kind of frustration one has to bear, watching the play. And if one is so disturbed, like the reviewer has mentioned, to leave the play - there is no point in staging the whole play. Precisely the reviewer has pointed out, theatre is meant to disturb minds. But in this case, I applaud the director for disturbing minds, as well as ensuring the kind of comedy to assist the audience to sit through the frustration, arriving at the glorious end. If one doesn't sit through to the end, I think the catharsis is non-existent in any sense. Just to mention also, the music is appropriate and certainly deserves credit, esp. the last track at the end.

From: Matthew Lyon (matthewlyon@myway.com / Tuesday, August 12, 2003 at 15:18:41)

This raises the question of whether the holocaust - or any such issue - should be softened to make it easier to take in. Perhaps there are places where that can happen, but I'm pretty sure that wasn't Sherman's intention when he wrote the play. I think it unlikely that people would actually walk out of a performance that didn't overplay the comedy and remained true to the piece's intended tone, but even if they did, they would walk out knowing that they were unable to face the horror - horror based on real history - of what they were seeing. That is valuable knowledge in itself. Giggling your way through Holocaust Lite TM is not.

Which reminds me, the back of the programme carried an ad by a local gay sauna promoting its "Homocaust August". I think that fact says all I want to say about this production.

Except that, yes: the music was good.

From: student (u0201584@nus.edu.sg / Wednesday, August 13, 2003 at 01:24:13)

Having read the numerous review on Bent, i must say i agree with mr Kenneth's more than the rest. Bent is definitely one gd prdtn, as what someone has commented it having 'seamless production values'; a high contender surely for the next year's Life! Theatre Awards. But it is not one without several underlying inherent problems that somehow mars the potential of Martin Sherman's text. Foremost, the raffia webs, though a creative use of the material, come across as tad too cliche- at least for me that is. Its symbolic significance does not go in sync with the rest of the realistic acting, props and costume. One then loses the sense of environment, the context on which the character-driven piece is located (hence i speculate the use of the lengthy write-up on Nazi Germany in the programme booklet)And the traverse stage configuration and occasional light spill onto the audience somehow disrupts the audience's suspension of disbelief; one realises he's not alone in his/her theatrical experience because he/she can easily capture the reactions of the other audiences sitting opposite and beside. Second, why choose to stage Bent? I do not think the issue of survival applies today, rather i belive's it's more of an issue of gay and lesbian rights. Love can triumph in most, if not all, types of pairings, be it hetereosexual or homosexual. I fear it may be a case of 'milking the pink dollar' (clarrissa oon) while perpetuating the notions that homosexuals are incapable of loving- Max and Horst die in the end- and can only act within boundaries- the motif of surveillance running throughout the play, right till the end. Last note: it was disturbing, not to see Max and Horst 'having sex' but to witness the audience laughing at them.

From: jon (myidaho@iprimus.com.au / Thursday, August 14, 2003 at 03:13:11)

in response to student: since you appear quite sincere in your attempt to analyse Bent and its efficacy as a production, may i humbly suggest a few misconceptions or possibly faulty assumptions in you analysis : * non-naturalistic set elements (like the raffia) and a 'real' setting (like nazi germany) are not mutually exclusive. Do you require real fences, cobblestones and cement bunkers to transport you to the setting of the play ? A black box production already takes liberties with space and location, and the world of the play is left to the audience's imagination. The use of symbolic set design (rather than representational set pieces) could well suggest a subtext to the setting, offering a deeper sense of what nazi germany stood for, what its denizens felt - above and beyond mere representation of real places. * re: seeing the audience opposite you. I doubt if the aim if this production was to give each audience member an isolated, solitary theatre experience. All live theatre thrives to some extent on the shared experience of live audiences, communicating in subtle ways with each other and the performers. All the more so, staging in the round or in the traverse highlights the presence of the audience to itself, reminding each person that he or she is not solo, is not alone in his/her act of watching.judging,learning. Such staging choices reinforce the social impact of the play, highlighting the social responsibility tagged to all our responses. If you want theatre to be that 'personal' and nothave other audiences in the picture, watcha video at home. Live theatre is, after all, 'live' and a social process. * 'why choose to stage BENT' is a problematic question. Why not ? Are you suggesting that simce we are no longer (as you claim) suffering from human discrimination, we can happily forget the holocaust happened, and put on plays that deal only with the most immediate, daily affairs ? Many would argue that the arts exist to remind us of greater issues than our daily lovegames - that may be the realm of the soap opera. If we were to question play-choices your way, then very few plays would be performed, or films made. Mad Phoenix - irrelevant. Mardi Gras - irrelevant, since we don't have one. Forbidden City - SO irrelevant. Agnes of God - even more irrelevant. Beauty World - dead and gone, why bother. There would be very very few things to watch, and most of the world's best plays will never come our way... the local audience sees a pathetic enough range of the world's best as it is, do not starve it even more by denouncing good writing that challenges mass-expectations.

From: Angeline (angetps@yahoo.com / Monday, September 8, 2003 at 00:08:15)

I watched BENT (extended season) on 6 September. Not with Mark Richmond nor Lim Yu Beng as lead actors. It doesn't matter. The two actors who played Max and Horst were great. I could "feel" with them. I teared towards the end. It was touching. It was well-acted. It was done with so much passion in the acting. Yes, the stage may not have been the best of all stages. The holding area was small and warm. The theatre itself was not easily located. And I tripped and sprained my ankle on my way down after the show - no thanks to the small steps and slippery ground. But I enjoyed the production. And I think the actors were great. I am glad I went for the play and have shared it with friends. And will continue to. Congrats to the team for a great production!

From: Angeline (angetps@yahoo.com / Monday, September 8, 2003 at 00:12:14)

Yes, I forgot to add - the music is good work too.

From: Angeline (angetps@yahoo.com / Monday, September 8, 2003 at 00:12:22)

Yes, I forgot to add - the music is good work too.

From: Charmaine Tan (charmthebear@hotmail.com / Saturday, September 27, 2003 at 12:30:23)

I watched the last run of Bent (not with Mark Richmond & Yu Beng as leads) - and I have to say that it was one of the best plays I have seen in 10 years. You're right, it's perhaps not as raw and gritty as it was meant to be... but for me, it was good enough. At the end of it, I felt upset but not overtly suicidally so... I think that's a sign of good control by the director and the actors in not over-indulging in the act of "milking the audience for all their worth". Please, the subject matter in itself was tough enough! Admittedly the attic space is horrendous but I think it was well utilized despite its limitations. I would love to return to see another play in the space - just to (hopefully) see how carefully it can be manipulated again. Set-wise I liked the sparseness and the use of the strings, both as set and as prop. Very clever. One thing that I thought a wee bit distracting was the thumping of the feet (that I guess is somewhat unavoidable) on the "stage floor". Perhaps if the platforms were padded with carpet that would eliminate some of that sound? And lastly, a note for the stage hands that day, SMILE! It's unavoidable that people step on the stage area because of the confined space, it's not a crime :) I saw more than a few people being told to "STAY OFF THE STAGE" in a rather curt way... and I think that can somewhat spoil the evening. Oh yeah, last comment... where were the programmes? There wasn't any when I went, such a pity. I would love to have received one. But in general, well done Toy Factory, kudos to the Director and Cast! Charmaine Tan